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Trailer Park ChallengeSpare Update the Third, part two of two

Welcome back to the Newsons, where the burning of dead leaves is taken a step further.

Criminal at night, caretaker at day – what a life.

While Cal’s rising through the underground ranks, Ginger’s been promoted to Crime Scene Investigator. She soon quit, the official reason being that her home is understaffed.

“How many banks do I have to rob to get a bed around here?”

As if there weren’t enough hyperactive pranking chatterbugs around, Hadron (whose gender I couldn’t remember as a baby, to some annoyance) has 5/8/9/8/1 as his personality.

At least he’s not a clone. Pion – grown to a rather inconvenient size for this apartment – is a 7/4/9/8/1.

In order to fit a bunk bed, the couch had to be shifted around, calling for the guitar to be sold.How is it, Sideburn girl?

“The bed is fine. The nickname is not.”

Very emotion. Much expression.

“Father, do not throw that hard.”

“You need to toughen up, sideburn girl!”

“My grades have yet to improve.”

“Mother has not made the bed.”

Okay, the lacony/lack of expression can’t last forever. Or it could, but I want to show Pion’s sweet sides as well.

A sign! They are approaching!

Or it, rather.

Father-daughter cuteness need not be excused with a caption.

Autonomous playable raking, much less a child performing it, is something I had yet to see in this game.Goes to show what a variation I have in my simming style.

“So what have we learned from ‘The Boy Who Cried Llama’?”

“Lie in moderation!”

“Exactly.”

“*tsk tsk*”

“What! I’m a man of a certain age!”

Cal still needs to earn creativity points, remedied by a little something from The Sims Resource (easel set by AnoeskaB).

My original purpose of downloading was to get horizontal and oval canvases, but they don’t function for me <.<

“Oh no, he’s passed out and we can’t wake him up!”

“Meh, he’ll be fine. I’m too pregnant to bother.”

‘tis a girl!A lepton is an elementary particle that does not undergo strong interactions; the best known of all leptons is the electron.

(By now I’m just copying sentences directly off Wikipedia)

Mewonders whether the age spans in this game were designed with multi-birthdays in mind.

“I’m bored and I smell!”

Yet you think you’d be better off with ten children.

“Mother. You woke me up again.”

“Sorry sweetums! Come watch the movie with me!”

So I hadn’t really understood the hype about digging treasures until [yet-to-be-published-challenge], when I realised that it boosts fun without being seen as a chore!

I’m surprised at how well you kids compose your outfits.

“Why won’t anyone talk about this big black box?”

Ehm… what box?

“Am I really supposed to get a report card on my first day?”

“*snicker* I got an A+ *snicker*”

“Voice, do I really have to talk with her?”

You brought Tina home, you want her to be your friend: eventually you’ll have to interact.

Stupid game coding. Choosing “serve” instead of “have” doesn’t mean I want to feed the whole neighborhood!

“Whatcha looking at, dog? Yeah that’s right, keep walking.”

I guess nothing else of interest happened, because it’s time to move on to the last household of this rotation.

As seen earlier, SimMichelle attended Pras’s wedding as Neptunium’s +1.

Because I wanted there to be somewhat of an age difference, I played her for a whole week before moving Neppie in.

Whoops.

She’s a basic Libra, complementing Neppie’s neatness, activity and meanness quite well. Family w/ Knowledge secondary.

Neppie immediately took a liking to the piano; Michelle took a liking to him.

She also happens to be the good witch from that time Ben & Bruce went to the Nature hobby lot (and consequently the voice on the phone thereafter).

Here she is in all my styling glory!

“Don’t mind me asking, but does this have anything to do with Neppie not winning my bachelor challenge?”

If I say this was planned before that, would that be a no?

Cooking for yer man-to-be already?

“Don’t you know that the way to anyone’s heart is through their stomach? Even more so with GC sims.”

“Neptunium, we have a wedding to catch!”

It’s like some toilet duck commercial, where you fear that someone will break in and judge the state of your bathroom.

Because every witch needs a familiar, here’s Silver Moon.

What do you mean it’s not a parrot?

You may recall that Neppie’s turn-ons are unemployment and make-up; SimMichelle’s have been set to black hair and glasses.

Shush Silver Moon, what are you insinuating <.<

And Michelle passes the Grilled Cheese test!

Even with only 70 daily and 11 life, these two are comfortable enough to keep me from buying another bed.

Crush status came the next day.

These two quickly became my new favorite sim couple.

Neither have gotten jobs yet: with a simself-courtesy motherlode and easy LTWs (max all skills and golden anniversary), I let them roam semi-free.

Captain Neptunium returns!

The 0-nice-pointer wants to cuddle >.< I’m as surprised as you at this development, SimMichelle.

Come Wednesday, it’s time for The First Kiss.

Neppie is awful at rolling any social wants besides hobby related ones (and even those are generic).

“See, tubs aren’t that scary.”

“No… but don’t let go yet.”

“That’s what you’re gonna do the minute after woohoo?”

“Why are you using the future tense when I’m already doing?”

*gasp* I didn’t even have time to see who it was! What drama!

“Can you see the pregnancy glow?”

There’s something about the timing of this pic that just keeps me staring at it.

Oh and he said yes, but I assume you figured that out.

“I’m positively quite big, aren’t I?”

Well, I’m going to pick quads, so there’s an excuse :D

“Wait, what?”

“Honeydrop, the guests have arrived.”

“I quit. Mi – Voice said we’re gonna have quadruplets.”

“WHAT?!”

The guest list isn’t as big this time: just Neptunium’s siblings, parents, Benjamin and some obscure acquiantances of Michelle’s. The two kissing in the forefront are playables.

“Shoo! You’re blocking the camera!”

Husband and wife yada yada romantic stuff. I’m disappointed that I couldn’t fit the arch into the photo in a nice way.

“Such a waste. I didn’t even get to cut it!”

Kendal Lawson: “Aren’t you a nanny-hater?”

“This is a bit of an emergency. A limo emergency.”

With that in order, labour arrives right on time!

The mass reaction is quite amusing, isn’t it?

Remind me to invite this many people to the gen 3 wedding.

Witnessing the magic of birth reminded these two of their primitive hatred towards each other. Since it was before the naming dialogue, I was a bit worried that Michelle would run off mid-labour to watch.

Yer a grandpa again, Bruce!

“Hey there little girl! Voice, I’m afraid these will be the last ones I see before I’m off to the Luau.”

Don’t worry, I’ve now run out of names for this generation.

Two boys and two girls! This fella here is Baryon, named after a composite subatomic particle made up of three quarks, which in turn is named after the Greek word for “heavy” (barys).

The daughter left alone in the kitchen is Gluon; an elementary particle that acts as the exchange particle (or glue) for the strong force between quarks, forming protons and neutrons.

Analogous to how gluons work, the photon (boy) acts as exchange in the electromagnetic force between two charged particles. Photons transmit light and are their own anti-particle.

A phermion fermion (girl) is any subatomic particle characterized by Fermi–Dirac statistics (instead of Bose-Einstein), such as all quarks, leptons and baryons.

If any of the info I’ve stated so far is incorrect, it’s either my own fault or Wikipedia’s (English and Simple English).

“Seems you got Neo’s curse, eh?”

“Don’t forget to pick that can up once you leave.”

“Glad you hired me now, aren’t you?”

Yes, but I doubt it’ll occur soon again.

“I’m useful and you know it.”

Despite the second fight, the party timer ended at “good time”.

Sado-masochistic sisters, to say the least.

Michelle was asleep when the limo came around and couldn’t get in; to fix it, I clicked “Nuke… Stuck Party Controller” which ended up deleting the limo.

Oh well.

“Don’t you have a home?”

“Can’t I stay the night to look after my precious niece? Y’know what, let me just adopt her, you have enough as it is.”

“Get. Out.”

With all the four newborn being fed and sleeping, Kendal goes home with a night’s good work behind her, keeping me one step further from trying out the “Camp Nanny” legacy.

Winter and Monday roll around: it’s time to wave goodbye.